This is a song about "Your gross"

You don't mean that, you faggot

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

All the time with this glock of mines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

I can make it rain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

And i don't run counters no more

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

I got that goodman game

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

And she stripping, go to college

Your not a thug but your a bitch

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Take her back to where i live

Your on fire.. your on fire

Rap hero but wasn't nicer, prior